Thing of the Past

One way ticket, window seat

Heartache at 30,000 feet

The future fades into memories.

I'll get by somehow.



Three point landing at L.A.X.

Pockets filled with traveller's cheques

Passenger filled with regrets

It's all too clear to me now.



We're just like "I Love Lucy" and drive-in movies

and cars that run on regular gas.

War love letters and high school sweaters

Beetle boots and bell bottom pants.

Like autumn leaves fallin' from the trees

And all the things that weren't meant to last.

It's sad to find that you and I are nothing

But a thing of the past.



No one's waitin' to meet my plane

Two thousand miles and I feel the same.

Only the hotel clerk knows my name

And that's just fine with me.



Out the window the crowded streets are lined

with people with someone to meet.

While I sit here keepin' company

With what used to be.



We're just like "I Love Lucy" and drive- in movies

And cars that run on regular gas.

War love letters and high school sweaters.

Beetle boots and bell bottom pants.

Like autumn leaves fallin' from the trees

And all the things that weren't meant to last.

It's sad to find that you and I are nothin'

But a thing of the past.



It's sad to find that you and I are nothin'

But a thing of the past...